His bare torso took my breath away. His muscled arms were tattooed in various places, his chest was perfectly sprinkled with a dusting of hair. His sh...ulders and collarbone stood out in muscled relief. Now I’m not talking about ‘I’m going to the gym to pump ‘iron” kind of muscles. I mean a proper physique, one made from everyday tough labour. I stared at his gorgeous body and earned a lovely half smile when he noticed. He ran his thick strong hands up my legs. My thighs started to part in. The two women had forced his feet into a pair of Pleaser fetishheels. These were in an oxford style and tied on so he could notkick them off. Once the laces were drawn tight and tied, theshoes could not be removed until they were untied.These shoes had extremely pointed toes, a fixed arch that didnot bend, a four inch high platform sole and eleven inch high,needle sharp heels. The lower half of each high heel was chromeand gleamed in the lights shining down from the ceiling. Thehigh arch put. Check my breath and quickly give it one last rinse just in case I get lucky enough.I head out, order a lyft and get to her place. When I ring on her doorbell and get into her apartment complex, she stops me before I enter her apartment. She warns me that it is a little dirty, and if the date goes well, she promises to return with me and show me the place, every inch of it, she winks, laughs, and grabs my hand as she shuts the door. We walk down the street to a local italian place. We order. "Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing here?"More Master PC stuff, only with shorter segments, along with the ability to branch off in a different direction on the very probable chance of.